For The New Inquiry, Autumn Whitefield-Madrano does a close read of hope—what it is, what it isn’t, and the furtive, metered ways that women and cosmetics companies partake in it:
I long to see a greater embrace of hope. Not necessarily the creams and potions and, yes, the jars; those are incidental to the essence of hope, and if those don’t feel hopeful to you, they have no place in your life. I’ve been bashful about the role of hope in my life, afraid to tell you that i am full of it, afraid that it would make me seem foolish for having it, particularly in the times when my hopes fall flat (which, if you have enough hope, it will at least a few times).
